ㅁ I drove here and there. The mountains were snow-covered. I saw many trees.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Category: My Poetry & Fiction
Caveat: Poem #3107 “Minimal effort”
ㅁ A non sequitur... Which is to say, these words here Seem to be random
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3106 “A very old story”
ㅁ the new government malice 卐rumps our compassion the boys trash the store
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3105 “Ghost found a new job”
ㅁ inside my failing dreams i lurked hidden and dead a ghost trapped in some twist of time watching
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3104 “Defining characteristic”
ㅁ I like languages - an idiosyncrasy that I've always had.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3103 “The objective”
ㅁ we were bound southward toward the damp oregon of our discontent
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3102 “Prospect”
ㅁ the morning is dark in a few hours, I'll travel... so much snow outside
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3101 “The reason this poem appears delayed”
ㅁ The power went out. Though I wrote this nice haiku, I could not publish.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3100 “A reaction to recent events”
ㅁ more snow... well actually a whole bunch of snow fell during the winter night... so: shovel
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3099 “Artistry”
ㅁ Some wind and driving snow illustrated the purplish dawn, which then washes the trees.
– a cinquain.
Caveat: Poem #3098 “That’s all there is”
ㅁ this here daily poem... just not feeling much inspired. so you get this crap.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3097 “Back by the sea out my window”
ㅁ Some ducks headed west. They put down lines in water. Oops, now they're eastbound.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3096 “Epiphany by the graveyard”
ㅁ it may be the case that: the stories told by ghosts are: unreliable:
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3095 “A few kilometers south of Atherton”
ㅁ See, there's this one hill. And there's just one tree on it. I like seeing that.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3094 “To Australia”
ㅁ This old continent... an Eden, long broken, lost, ruled by burnt, wild men.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3093 “Driving along”
ㅁ They don't want to pass... tailgating you is more fun! - Australian mantra.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3092 “Continuity”
ㅁ The rain came down hard. I stared out at the courtyard. The world just keeps on.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3091 “Why bother”
ㅁ There is no right path Only wrong ones taken with... Equanimity.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3090 “Living in the present moment”
ㅁ The cows found the grass, passing through the open gate. They're not futurists.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3089 “A historical breakthrough”
ㅁ Civilizations run in circles, like chickens without their small heads.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3088 “Recent events”
ㅁ wallabies hang out at the top of the driveway they appear annoyed
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3087 “Introspective moment”
ㅁ What kind of creature is that, looking back at me? It's nothing ideal.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3086 “As weeds will do”
ㅁ The sky fades to gray. Yesterday it rained buckets. Now the weeds can grow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3085 “The accompanists”
ㅁ These antipodean roosters crow (anticipate the rising sun), just the same as those back home. Here, wallabies listen (I have to assume). Whereas it's bears who hear them (maybe), there.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3084 “Legacy”
ㅁ "Dwight was NOT a nice man," she declared. It burst up through her dementia, a complete non sequitur. "Such a horrible man." Dwight was her father - my grandfather. Long ago he'd done wrong.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3083 “Back at mom’s house”
ㅁ Of course the birds make strange noises, here... like in some Hollywood jungle. And the wallabies watch you. They seem quite uncertain. The driveway is rough, with giant humps. I walk down, alone. Dusk.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Poem #3082 “The obstruction”
ㅁ The beast was standing, quite aloof, it issued challenge to my path. And birds were squacking, giving proof. The beast was standing, quite aloof. It lowered head and moved its hoof. But then it bored. It felt no wrath. The beast was standing, quite aloof, it issued challenge to my path.
– a triolet. Events which took place in my mom’s driveway yesterday.
Caveat: Poem #3081 “Uncooperative with the muse”
ㅁ I had a small poem, fully formed last night, ready. I didn't write it.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3080 “Planning it out”
ㅁ In one thousand years I might cross the Pacific caressing each wave.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3079 “Shasta”
ㅁ I looked down at Earth, at the sleeping volcanoes in raiments of snow.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3078 “Admonition”
ㅁ Stop fooling ourselves. Most of us are just faking. There's no master plan.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3077 “Events on the ground”
ㅁ The raven watched me as I walked by, skeptical or perhaps wary.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Poem #3076 “No rest for the wicked”
ㅁ Morning. Overwhelming heap of obligations looms ahead of me on this day. Must do.
– a cinquain.